"What I, Dongsheng Gang, do is none of your business, Camel!" Liang Kun was furious, his round eyes glaring back at Camel.
Damn it, are all the triads in Hong Kong this disrespectful these days?
Even a second-rate gang like Wo Shing Lian dares to push their luck?
You, Camel, are indeed a senior figure in the martial arts world.
But nowadays, clubs compete not on seniority, but on ability!
"Handsome Kun, are you out of your mind? Don't forget how your previous leader of the Tung Shing Gang died." Camel said coldly, "Everyone knows who's behind this!"
"Camel, when did it become your place to meddle in Dongsheng's affairs?" Liang Kun sneered.
"I'm just reminding you. If you really want to recognize a thief as your father, I can't stop you..." the camel retorted sarcastically.
"Fuck your mother, do you dare say that again?" Liang Kun slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall seemed to sway slightly, and the dragon relief on the gilded wall reflected Liang Kun's furious profile.
Damn it, did you take the wrong medicine, camel?
Even Buddha would get angry if someone repeatedly belittled me.
"What, are you trying to fool me?" The camel retorted, standing up and glaring at him angrily.
"So what if I bluff you? If you dare, let's fight right now!" Although Liang Kun was afraid of Lin Dong, he didn't really care about the others.
"Damn it! Handsome Kun, who do you think you are? You're just a traitor who rose to power by backstabbing big shots!" Camel spurred the flames and cursed.
This bigwig from Wo Shing Lian raised his hands and suddenly overturned the sandalwood round table in front of him.
The dishes and teacups on the table fell onto the carpet and exploded, spilling food stains and drinks all over the floor amidst gasps of surprise.
"More than 30 years ago, when I was robbing an armored truck with the Big Circle Gang, you, Handsome Kun, were still sucking your fingers in your mother's womb!"
The camel ripped off several buttons from the black shirt, revealing a menacing Guan Yu tattoo on the chest:
"You expect me to answer to this greenhorn? Only if the rainwater flows backwards on a rainy day!"
"Who the hell are you cursing?!" Zhang Ziqiang suddenly stood up, his arm muscles bulging beneath his black suit.
Several key members of the Dragon Gang beside him also stood up in unison, opened their shirts, and the gleaming gun barrels shone coldly under the light.
The atmosphere of the banquet changed immediately.
Conflict is imminent.
Jiang Zhongfa, sitting across from him, was leisurely exhaling smoke rings; it was time for me to make my appearance.
In the past, whenever such tense situations arose, the Xingyi Alliance would step in to act as a peacemaker, and it was effective nine times out of ten.
After all, his reputation as one of the three major triads in Hong Kong Island was well-deserved.
He reached out and twirled the jade thumb ring on his right middle finger: "Brother Camel, times have changed. After 1997..."
"You son of a bitch!"
Camel kicked aside the overturned chair, and several of his men drew two Czech Vz.61 submachine guns and a pistol.
"When I was unloading powder at the Sham Shui Po pier, those foreigners at the Governor's House treated me with utmost respect! Now I have to listen to your lectures, you worthless coward?"
The banquet hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
More than 300 martial arts masters held their breath.
Damn, did this camel take the wrong medicine tonight? It's biting everyone it sees!
The three major triads on Hong Kong Island—this old guy has offended them all at once?
"Interesting, very interesting." Lin Dong slowly walked off the stage.
He squinted slightly and walked towards the camels with a smile.
"Uncle Camel".
Lin Dong stopped three steps away from the other person:
Do you know why old banyan trees always break off branches first when a typhoon passes through?
The big shots' attention was all drawn here.
The camel's sudden attack caught everyone off guard.
Of course, this also surprised Lin Dong.
What's gotten into this camel all of a sudden?
Almost simultaneously, a faint hissing sound came from the central air conditioning vents near the ceiling of the banquet hall.
Wisps of barely perceptible pale blue smoke drifted out from these air conditioning vents...
Everyone's attention was drawn to the conflict that had just occurred, and no one paid attention to these details.
Except for Lin Dong.
Lin Dong's pupils contracted sharply—this kind of thing had been mentioned in the top-secret intelligence that Feng Zi had entrusted Phoenix to deliver earlier.
The CIA's latest "blue mist" biochemical anesthetic is being dispersed through central air conditioning.
Someone couldn't resist taking action.
Lin Dong's lips curled up; he finally understood why the camel had suddenly gone mad.
"Stop playing coy, I'm not buying it." Camel felt a little uneasy under Lin Dong's gaze.
"Uncle Camel, you are a senior in the martial arts world, and I respect you... but there are some things that need to be clarified."
Lin Dong clasped his hands in a traditional martial arts salute:
"The banyan tree breaks its branches in a strong wind because... it doesn't know how to bend over, so it naturally doesn't survive the rainy season."
"Besides, since you've already done some things, you're not afraid of others finding out, right, Uncle Camel?"
Because they were too close to Lin Dong, the camel felt a little scared as it was being stared at.
"Lin Dong, what... what do you mean by this?" Camel asked, forcing himself to speak.
At that moment, he suddenly felt an itch in his nasal cavity, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.
His men behind him swayed a few times before collapsing to their knees with a thud.
Immediately afterwards, the camel also collapsed to the ground.
The more than three hundred people in the banquet hall, as if possessed, began to collapse one after another...
The pale blue mist grew thinner and thinner, as if countless transparent tentacles were emerging from the air conditioner vents.
No one noticed this anomaly.
"Who did this?" As Jiang Zhongfa collapsed, the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground, sparks flying onto the tablecloth and burning a few charred holes.
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